An attendant boy-angel he seemed, whose business it was to rebuke and console her.

If he were her brother, she would be well content never more to leave the savage place! For the strange old man in the red night-cap was such a gentleman! and this odd boy, absolutely unnatural in his goodness, was nevertheless charming! She did not yet know that goodness is the only nature.

She regarded it as a noble sort of disease--as something at least which it was possible to have too much of.

She had not a suspicion that goodness and nothing else is life and health--that what the universe demands of us is to be good boys and girls.
To judge religion we must have it--not stare at it from the bottom of a seeming interminable ladder.

When she reached the door, she felt as if waking out of a dream, in which she had been led along strange paths by a curious angel.